Dawson
When I arrive in the city where my cousin moved to live, I start calling him up. He sent me the address via text, but I don’t like being alone. Here in Ontario, just like in many parts of the world, there's always a car ready for me. My business ties are growing larger, so I can afford not to worry about where to stay or what transportation to take. Everything is perfectly arranged by my assistant.
"Hello?" I hear from the other side of the line. He took a while to answer, which feels strange to me.
"I’m here. Where are you?" Again the silence.
"I’m on my way to the hospital. I had an issue. Wait for me at home," he tells me, but I can't just leave him alone.
"Just text me your location." As soon as I receive it, I show it to the driver, who just nods.
Forty minutes later, w
